Page 36 of Twist of Fate
Rian
Jaysus, you’re thick.
Finn
It’s just business.
Rian
You going to the place by the office?
Finn
Yeah, why?
Rian
See you soon.
Finn
Rian, you better be joking.
Rian.
…
Arsehole.
I am not quite sure how I get myself into these situations.
Okay, that’s not entirely true.
I know how, I just don’t know why.
I’ve been doing a stellar job of avoiding Aisling for the past two weeks. It hasn’t been too hard. My office is on a completely different floor from hers, and with my busy schedule, it’s been fairly easy. It was so easy that I should have been thrilled.
Instead, I was annoyed.
Doesn’t make sense to me either.
I found myself purposely leaving my desk and taking that elevator down a floor in hopes I would run into her.
I tried that for two days without any success before I decided I was officially going mental. Finally, today, I decided I either needed to actually see her or march myself back up to that depressing office and forget about her.
Logically, I opt for the more unhinged option and decide to cancel a meeting so I can drop in unannounced on the new team as they collaborate in one of the conference rooms.
Why do I always feel so out of control when I’m around her? Her presence always seemed to throw my otherwise organized life into upheaval, like a handful of confetti in a windstorm.
The pub where everyone is meeting is within walking distance of the O’Connell Building. It’s a popular spot for employees to gather after work, especially at the beginning of a well-earned weekend.
When I step inside, the volume of the place grows noticeably quieter.
I might take offense, but I understand that they aren’t reacting to the boss’s arrival in their sacred spot as much as they are to the fact that I showed up.
I’ve been invited more times than I can count, but I rarely accept.
“Over here!” Damien calls from a booth in the back. He’s squeezed in next to Aisling, and I have to stifle a curse when I see the huge grin plastered across his face.
